This is a song about "Why marq on dat shit"

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

No more weak shit comin at you hard you here dat shit

I don't even know why i do this shit

I put the nigga in his casket

A lime to a lemon, remind you of the sky

N.y, we runnin' this rap shit it ain't south then why?

So that's why, cos the remainder are shit

You, you, you have to pay for that

But dat shit aint true, i love a rainy day.

I need money in a major way

Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

She ordered dat pastrami on rye

They for grossing a bigger business

Shit! think quick! why the fuck is this..

My lyrics move fast. call dat shit "transmit"

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot